Granted. Now it's snowing. I wish it wasn't forecast to snow again.

Granted. It's forecast to be 120 degrees today. I wish Willie Nelson would start selling tickets for his Fourth of July picnic already.

Granted, but they're, oh, say $25 million a pop. I wish I didn't have soccer practice today.

Granted. You instead should show up for your "walking on nails" practice today. I wish I didn't have to meet with my advisor tomorrow.

Granted, you never do, but then you never make decisions and slowly slip into a state of irreversible debt. I wish that... I don't really have a wish. I wish that I had something to wish for.

Granted. You wish for a painful hangnail, and are mocked for all eternity. I wish the people in my bio class didn't seem to hate math.

Granted. They now hate you. I wish my mother would stop pestering to apply to the school of public policy.

Granted, she's bugging you to get a job and get married and have kids. (Little early? A bit?) I wish we hadn't had to do Suicides at practice today.

Just a tad...but I'm sure it'll be coming after I finish my master's. Granted. You had to commit suicide at practice today. I wish I wasn't getting sick of Street Kings trailers.

Granted. You're out there, recreating them. I wish I'd get an e-mail to confirm a phone interview for this nursing program, and that I make it into the program.

Granted, you're getting sick of everything containing Hugh Laurie and never watch his stuff again. I wish my mom wasn't questioning my evil plot. (Long story. Don't ask.)

Granted. Now she's questioning my evil plot, while making condescending comments about how you don't have your own and have been demoted to the status of my evil henchman. I wish i had an evil henchman to help me with my evil plots.

Granted, but being as evil as he is, he turns on you and defects to HTR's evil plot. I wish getting advising for next semester had not been a complete waste of 5 minutes.

Granted. It was the complete waste of an hour. I wish that my bio prof. hadn't taken me correcting her as a personal insult.

Good. I have some stuff I need bought. An evil henchmen will do wonders. :twisted: Granted, she took it as a challenge to a duel. You know how to fight with swords? I wish you luck. I wish these letters were addressed, stamped, stuffed and sealed.